I am Trusha, a graphic designer and an illustrator, and that crazy lady with a lot of cats :)

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“Literature is that neuter, that composite, that oblique into which every subject escapes, the trap where all identity is lost, beginning with the very identity of the body that writes.” ― Roland Barthes, The Death of the Author

I was a part of ‘My cup of tea’ a group show with the Illustrator’s Collective at Kynkyny Art Gallery, Bangalore.

My Theme was:

One notices things and consciously forgets; Out of the Blue is my interpretation of these abandoned spaces between observations and memories where the absurd resides.

“And you consider all this natural?
What could be more natural than a rhinoceros?
Yes, but for a man to turn into a rhinoceros is abnormal beyond question.
Well, of course, that’s a matter of opinion”
– a conversation in Eugene Ionesco’s play “Rhinoceros”

Such oddities fascinate me as I stir them into my cup of tea to recreate worlds forgotten, drifting by in hues of Indigo.

LOGICIAN [to the Old Gentleman]: Here is an example of a syllogism. The cat has four paws. Isidore and Fricot both have four paws. Therefore Isidore and Fricot are cats.
OLD GENTLEMAN [to the Logician]: My dog has got four paws.
LOGICIAN [to the Old Gentleman]: Then it’s a cat.
OLD GENTLEMAN [to the Logician, after deep reflection]: So then logically speaking, my dog must be a cat?
LOGICIAN [to the Old Gentleman]: Logically, yes. But the contrary is also true.
OLD GENTLEMAN [to the Logician]: Logic is a very beautiful thing.
LOGICIAN [to the Old Gentleman]: As long as it is not abused.
LOGICIAN [to the Old Gentleman]: Another syllogism. All cats die. Socrates is dead. Therefore Socrates is a cat.
OLD GENTLEMAN: And he’s got four paws. That’s true. I’ve got a cat named Socrates.
LOGICIAN: There you are, you see.
OLD GENTLEMAN [to the Logician]: So Socrates was a cat, was he?
LOGICIAN: Logic has just revealed the fact to us.
LOGICIAN [to the Old Gentleman]. Let’s get back to our cats.
OLD GENTLEMAN [to the Logician]: I’m all ears.
LOGICIAN [to the old Gentleman]: The cat Isidore has four paws.
OLD GENTLEMAN: How do you know?
LOGICIAN: It’s stated in the hypothesis.
OLD GENTLEMAN [to the Logician]: Ah! In the hypothesis.
LOGICIAN [to the Old Gentleman]: Fricot also has four paws. So how many paws have Fricot and Isidore?
OLD GENTLEMAN: Separately or together?
LOGICIAN [to the Old Gentleman]: Separately or together, it all depends.
OLD GENTLEMAN [to the Logician after painful reflection]: Eight, eight paws.
LOGICIAN: Logic involves mental arithmetic, you see.
OLD GENTLEMAN: It certainly has many aspects!
LOGICIAN [to the Old Gentleman]: There are no limits to logic.
LOGICIAN [to the Old Gentleman]: I’m going to show you
LOGICIAN [to the Old Gentleman): If I take two paws away from these cats – how many does each have left?
OLD GENTLEMAN: That’s not so easy.
LOGICIAN [to the Old Gentleman): On the contrary, it’s simple.
OLD GENTLEMAN [to the Logician): It may be simple for you, but not for me.
LOGICIAN [to the Old Gentleman]: Come on, exercise your mind. Concentrate!
OLD GENTLEMAN [to the Logician]: I don’t see how.
LOGICIAN [to the Old Gentleman): You have to be told every-thing.
LOGICIAN [to the Old Gentleman): Take a sheet of paper and calculate. If you take six paws from the two cats, how many paws are left to each cat?
OLD GENTLEMAN: Just a moment … [He calculates on a sheet of paper which he takes from his pocket.]
OLD GENTLEMAN [to the Logician]: There are several possible solutions.
LOGICIAN [to the Old Gentleman]: Tell me.
LOGICIAN [to the Old Gentleman]: I’m listening.
OLD GENTLEMAN [to the Logician): One possibility is: one cat could have four paws and the other two.
LOGICIAN [to the Old Gentleman]: You’re not without talent You just needed to exercise it.
OLD GENTLEMAN: I’ve never had the time. I was an official you know.
LOGICIAN: One can always find time to learn.
OLD GENTLEMAN [to the Logician]: It’s a bit late in the day for me.
LOGICIAN [to the Old Gentleman]: It’s never too late.
LOGICIAN [to the Old Gentleman]: Well, what about the other solutions? Use a little method, a little method!
[The OLD GENTLEMAN starts to calculate anew.]
OLD GENTLEMAN [to the Logician]: There could be one cat with five paws…
OLD GENTLEMAN [to the Logician]: And one cat with one paw. But would they still be cats, then?
OLD GENTLEMAN [to the Logician]: By taking two of the eight paws away from the two cats
OLD GENTLEMAN [to the Logician]: … we could have one cat with six paws
OLD GENTLEMAN [to the Logician]: We could have one cat with no paws at all.
LOGICIAN [to the Old Gentleman]: In that case, one cat would be specially privileged.
OLD GENTLEMAN: And one under-privileged cat deprived of all paws.
LOGICIAN: That would be unjust, and therefore not logical.
OLD GENTLEMAN [to the Logician]: Not logical?
LOGICIAN [to the Old Gentleman]: Because Logic means Justice.